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ZOE

"Drop your pants Zoe" "No, am scared" "You will love it, trust me" "Aa aa aa am scared" "Look into my eyes, Zoe" "Okay, be gentle" It's the deafening sound of silence Tickling the ghost of her past She hears a sea laughters Wave after waver, laughter after laughter She hears a council of drums; Drumsticks, the skeletons of her closet She hears the phantom crunch of footsteps Foot after foot, moon walks on the gaunt floor of her psyche Dance after dance, dust after dust Banshees hum lullabies; weredogs sway her cradle Her neck is failing, the weight on her head is pressing Reins are taut and insanity rides the chariots of sanity A salvo of dragonballs roast her neurons; her mind is an apocalypse She grabs her head in disguise and wails off her trance. Her howl strikes a match, scare away the ghost. She looks around, hoping no eye bears witness D etonated E mbarrassed A fflicted T ormented H arassed Her silence, her death, her noise, her breath Her grace, emotive; That's why she's talkative That's why she's hyperactive She laughs to dead jokes and her lungs slave in their cage of ribs Harass not but embrace her.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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